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everything him. It had been so wonderful,
so full of promise, but then he was gone, slipping out the door and melting
into the remaining shadows of the night.
    Rena shook her head at herself in the mirror. Sure the sex
was good, but all this angst and pining was not like her. She’d never gone this
wild over a one-night stand even when she’d been young and stupid. It had to be
more a symptom of her loneliness rather than any real desire for the man
himself. He was a stranger after all.
    She smiled. An utterly sexy stranger. Everything about Trask
screamed bad boy. He was the kind of man who lived life hard and fast and would
be willing to take a risk, go crazy, let out a primal scream. Her Darkman
wouldn’t shy away from much and she had a feeling he would be willing to take
on any challenge she offered without hesitation.
    Bad boys could be so much fun, but the problem with bad boys
was that they were actually bad. They broke girls’ hearts. And Trask was
probably the baddest of them all. There was something dark about him, almost
menacing. Dangerous. Not that she had felt unsafe with him—quite the opposite,
in fact—it was more a feeling that he could take her on a trip down the more
lurid corridors of her mind, show her things that could only happen in the
deepest, darkest hours of the night and then leave her wanting more.
    She sifted her weight with a heavy sigh. Even if he was at
the club, even if he did decide to see her again, she wasn’t stupid enough to
believe anything could come of it. People who fuck upon meeting were not
destined for lasting, meaningful relationships. It just did not happen.
    “Does. Not. Matter.” She enunciated each word carefully,
looking herself dead in the eye, trying to finally drive the point home. She
hoped this time it would work.
    She pushed the thoughts away and gave herself a critical
once over in the mirror. She twisted around, trying to see every angle and
after some intense scrutiny, decided that things could probably be much worse.
She knew she could use a trip or five to the gym, but Trask hadn’t seemed to
mind. Not at all. She smiled to herself and cupped her left breast, remembering
his touch.
    He had made her feel so beautiful. Desired. Sexy.
Comfortable in a way she had never been with another man. There was none of the
usual underlying worries, the nagging paranoia and pestering annoyances that
always came with even the best sex . Would he like something else better? Can
he see my cellulite in this light? Was he ever going to come? With Trask,
none of that had mattered. There had only been him and her, touching and
panting, bodies damp with a light sheen of sweat, their soft moans mingling in
the night.
    “All right, enough,” she said, turning away from the mirror.
It was time to take a shower.
    Tonight was going to be a good night to go to work. There
wasn’t a whole lot to do on Sundays, but maybe she could reorganize the liquor
closet. Or perhaps do the staff schedule for the next couple of months. Maybe
she could even jump behind the bar and do some bartending. It had been long
time since she’d last done that. It might be fun.
    Rena concentrated very hard on all the possibilities of the
night ahead of her as she headed for the bathroom. There was going to be so
much to do at the club, she wasn’t going to have a moment to think.
    * * * * *
    He should have been full. Sated. Last night’s escapade
should have been enough to keep him satisfied for weeks. He should not be thinking
of the woman with the crazy red hair and the tightest, sweetest pussy he’d ever
had the pleasure of sinking into. The taste of her should not still be fresh in
his mind and his mouth should absolutely not be watering at the thought of
having her again. It was wrong. It was stupid. It was a waste of his time.
    The bartender gave Trask a winning,
captain-of-the-football-team grin and shook his head. “Sorry, man. I haven’t
seen her.”
    Trask sighed and looked around the